Long Pests Poems

The organic building of a coordinated artist
begins with reconstructing competitively clumsy LeftBrain technicians.

Whether learning to play the piano
or learning to communicate in some new language
or learning to adopt,
and/or adapt,
norms and nuances of some new cultural...

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His words stung me, as the cries from the maelstrom seem to retort
Their scattered, foreign words and wails retching their say
I listened, almost mesmerized,
Pulverized

“Come,” Said he,
With threatening authority

Upwards, higher than the balcony from which we...

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My transportive 
awesome Muse
speaks of a hiking trail
for an aging snail.

My communicative
wondrous music
is dancing choreography
for an ageless bee
coming.


I ask if I might speak
with the Editor in Chief
of my town's daily GoodNews Bulletin...

No.
I do not have...

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I believe it was Buckminster Fuller
who first posited
a prime appositional,
like Yang and Yin,
but his was:
Energy is to physical nature
as Information is to metaphysically languaged systems.

And,
if we were to add the Yin and Yang
of this positivist-regenerative...

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Just as honesty plants seeds of integrity
so too
vulnerability plants seeds of honesty.

My primary vocation
in this my gay grandfatherly retiring age
is to parent mindbody challenged adolescents
of diverse colors
as ecotherapeutically as possible
to optimize their and our wealth
of...

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A bug upon a green leaf sat
Cautiously eyeing up a cat
Who, unaware of the bug's intentions
Continued with its cruel conventions:
Of catching a mouse then setting it free
Then leaping up it once more with glee
Until the...

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Before we begin,
I want to introduce
my most hopeful self

Before we begin
life's communication
we know love's energy

Mother and Child
intimacy
sacred mild
intricacy
integrity...

Resonant hearts beating
repeating
+1 then 0 then -1
circling around again
without growing rest
or restless

As invisible
as wealth of air to Goddesses,
as...

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Can you make any sense of
systemic racism?

No more common sense than
too much patriarchalism--
all leftbrain dominant things
oppressing sacred Earth's
polycultural win/win systems
promoting resiliently wealthy
resonant synergetic health

Care given
as received
in fruitful wombs,
like apple cores in transition
from refuse
toward rebirth

May be...

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Cockroaches are generalized insects with few special adaptations. Most are the size of a thumbnail, but they can be as big as 3.8 inches and weigh 30 grams. Their largest wingspan is 7.3 in. They are...

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To love, agapic and/or erotic,
is a positive economic-political relational choice
to trust whomever
and whatever is our Other right now
with open caring empathy,
even when we may feel like withdrawing
into suffering,
self-isolating
depressive,
repressed concerns of mistrust and dissonance,
because we have...

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Marriage has lost its security and the vow, its invincibility
especially in a generation so saga and scandal loving
and a society rarely frowning its face to traditional unfaithfulness.
Setting up the stage for lots of pests 
to...

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When I was just a  little girl, we lived by railroad tracks;
we loved the steamy, smoky stacks, the wheels clickety clack.
On many days we would find, knocking at our door,
a hobo who had jumped...

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Trees have never talked before
no one has ever heard tree thoughts.
As plants evolved, so did trees;
trillions and trillions appeared,
half gone now, down to three trillion.
Trees send signals through the forests;
using various chemicals
also fungi, roots and...

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Trump Poems and Epigrams VI

Poets laud Justice’s
high principles.
Trump just gropes
her raw genitals.
—Michael R. Burch



Dark Shroud, Silver Lining
by Michael R. Burch

Trump cares so little for the silly pests
who rise to swarm his rallies that he jests:
“The...

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day and night Blattaria of various shapes and sizes 
scuttle with incandescent 
   after glow as flashing blur rises
to fill every quarter of mine cerebral core, when asleep pries
me lids awake with shell...

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What condition is my condition in?
said Yang to Yin.

Unconditional love of enemies,
antagonists,
annoying pests with equally annoying ideas 
of their own
about how you should be and become right now,
requires more than non-violent listening,
although this is a...

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“Gotta’ ‘git’ ‘im!” Followed the howl of death.
His cigarette burnt brighter, when he sucked another breath.
“Will I get the gun and spotlight?” I asked rising from my chair.
“Nar’, no sense!” the ‘old man’ said. “He...

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In meditation,
formally creative
and informally recreative,
and in similar forms of conscious self-medication,
and assiduously non-violent internal
yet bicameral communication,

In all these ways of remembering meditation,
my mindbody neural-sensory receptors
enjoying respite
from win/lose monopoly
either/or monotony
leftbrain limited theophany
monotheistic and obstructed
by my autonomously...

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Once again besieged by fruit flies

Pestiferous infestation quite
argh apartment unit b44 
plagued with plight
analogously linkedin to phenomena  
experienced within outer limits 
of the twilight zone
dark shadows akin to edge of night 
opportunistic nuisance might...

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The sun is burning my eyes, my hands and my feet
Harsh light scorches the ground, setting it ablaze
The heat brings out the pests and flies.
I run from sliver of shade to sliver of shade,
 hoping...

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As I age in place
into awareness of replaceability
I bow to humbling curiosity,

Whether more anxious
or anticipating,
I remain conflicted

About predicting
a win/win global healthy climate
sustainable outcome

In which my own anthroprivileged species
grows in ecological curiosity
and theological humility

Enough for winning...

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Tonight....10:30 PM....

I can't think straight...ahhhh!
My heart is thumping with love-coated hate! Ahhhh...

The chirping pests get louder and more obnoxious than ever
COULD YOU STOP THAT RACKET?
Shhhh! Dead silence.
The chattering twerps project their voices to the highest...

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A post from the past.....just trying to put down all the ones I have written but deleted when I left the site for a while......this is almost too long, but I couldn't find which animal...

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The doctor left me.
He left the tools on the desk,
right beside my bed.

I'll perform my own
surgery, man. What do you say?
I'll take out my brain!

Rip the IV out,
right out of my dark green veins—
or are...

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Xiou Xue
         ‘Little Snow’ her story. ( my son's family 'home helper)
Ma wars, with earth to conjure a meal,        ...

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